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366 pages, Paperback
First published June 12, 2015
“Annie hoped the Blessed Mother would come to rescue her. She was counting on it. She had a special mission in life; to intervene on our behalf, to whisper things into God’s ear that would put us into His special favor or remind Him to show a little mercy. God being so perfect, and capital “G” was somehow excused for doing dramatic and frightening things only He could be responsible for-- like wars, disease, tidal waves, earthquakes, and having Africans boil little children alive just to prove their loyalty to Him.
It was easy to see how even God Almighty could get carried away with all that raw power. Clearly He needed someone to hold Him back, so as a practical consideration, He created the gentler Blessed Mother. And we prayed to her just in case we ever found ourselves surrounded by pygmies.”
Dear Blessed Mother, “Here’s the question. Where have you been? I am under siege here. I have found out who has been coming in my room and feeling me up. He actually got out of it! If he comes back, I’ll bite his hands off.”
The next day
Dear Blessed Mother. “So I guess you’ve decided not to get involved.”
“Why do people say lying is a sin? It is hard to realize how much lying goes on, and not sure why it’s a sin if everyone does it.”
“So birth is probably something that’s not super complicated, when you have those two factors lined up—desperation and willingness—because a lot of people have gotten through it. In order for us to be here, millions of years later.“
Dear God the Father. "Who’s left up there? I can’t seem to reach anyone. I need some help here, but I think Jesus and Mary might have gone on vacation."
“Remember me? Oh it’s been a while but I’ve decided to write you again directly. There’s nothing wrong with Jesus and Mary, but it’s pretty hard second-guessing them all the time.
I’ve come to the conclusion that we have to work things out ourselves and there’s no point to thinking I have a direct line to God, or to the Blessed Mary, any more than anyone else does. I’m just one person in a big family and it’s no different in the world. It’s an enormous place with millions of people. everyone clamoring for something or other.”
I recall the days you got 15-20 licks with a big paddle with holes (no less-to increase the sting), at school for talking in class. I seemed to do this often. Forced to bend over and put your hands on a chair in front of the class (that is your behind facing the class). I spent hours awake the previous night, planning-trying to figure out how many pairs of shorts and padding I could use under my dress. On the day I am to receive my punishment, I would wear my yellow long waist heavy wool jumper, (this of course happened more than once) with the box pleats, so as to cushion the blow. That is, until my grandmother puts my jumper in the wash and it shrank to the size of a miniature doll dress (no more yellow paddle jumper).
Wow, think about it--the authorities would have the teacher, and the school locked up in today’s world, a law suit waiting to happen. At home, they would have the parents turned over to social services.
Boy we had it rough in the sixties and seventies; however, guess not as bad as our parents who had to walk 20 miles to school in the snow, or so they say? Plus milk the cows, etc. etc. blah, blah.....Let’s not forget about the white go-go boots of the sixties, and the patterned hose/sock which matched our shirts. Too good.